Mertolulut: Swordsman Sakti Without a Tanding

Mutely

The morning is getting more certain. Ronggo again approached the listless looking princess.

“Eating Princess,“ said offer something.

“No want!“

“Why?“

“I hate you!“ said the Princess with a ketus.

“Alah just crinkled. Later if the palace is captured again, most of you have also forgotten me. Where there are rich people like subordinates,“ said Ronggo.

The princess kept silent.

“True.... don't want to eat?“ Ronggo is still trying to offer something to the princess who is on hunger strike.

“No yes no!“ Princess is still sulking.

“Ya. Let this wild chicken meat I spend alone, if it is not willing,“ said Ronggo Bintoro, son of Merto Lulut, while continuing to spend the results of the hunt earlier.

“Basic!“

The princess continued to menggedumel. Next was silent, with a listless body. He could only stare at the darkness of the cave while leaning against its hard wall. While afraid that if the evil guard at any time approached and asked for something.

Ronggo is cool. Trying to be indifferent. Because you already know the risks. Returning to the palace was also impossible. The palace has been taken. Want to find life in the community at most later will only be ordinary people again.

Hence to leave his baldness, he was looking for strange things. Seeking safety. Without paying attention to the surrounding.

He sometimes climbed up a tall tree to scout out enemies in case they were seen. From a certain height cruising his vision will be wider. Of course compared to just standing on flat ground.

After believing there were no enemies, then he tried to make a kind of spear that would later become a terrible weapon. Make enemies or hunt to dance food. He made the equipment from strong wood or bamboo. It was clearly around the quiet forest.

With a two-meter long handlebar. There are even more size. He made more than one. Later if there are wild game animals or even enemies who dare to approach, it will be immediately thrown. Until the sharp tool will stop the enemy's steps.

Next make arrows, as another weapon, as a means of hunting and gathering. It is made from bamboo mines that are twisted and twisted to form a strong mine. For his arrow thrower.

Other times make a trap. Good for enemies who happen to encroach into the area. Nor for hunted animals that will languish in the stomach moist. Later if the enemy is exposed to the trap installed, the worst risk will perish. If the animals are caught, of course, it will immediately become a spiritual and physical food to increase strength.

To fill another time and foraging continued fishing into the river. If the body is reluctant to get wet, then just peck at the edge of the river. But if you feel the name with the cold air, he will go straight down by using a trap from bamboo braid as a bubble. This way you usually get more fish.

So far Cipto Rini is still as good. He still refused to eat. It doesn't taste good on the tongue. Which is remembered only the same aggravation of the human one. Of course angry with coworkers who turned out to be thorns in the flesh, who only look for their own good, regardless of the deliciousness of others, even the delicious food. And he wanted to feel like he was punishing the bodyguard very heavily. Or get as far away from this most unpleasant place as possible. But considering this time he was alone, which would have been even quieter if he did that bad thing. Lonely in the forest, also the risk of facing the enemy no friend.

“Uncle!“ the princess called her bodyguard.

“Keep I should call him Aa, so?“ the princess scrunched her lips.

With a smile Ronggo said, “why my dear daughter?“

“Let's attack the palace immediately,“ said the Princess.

“Mana dare,“ replied Ronggo lightly. He certainly won't be able to. For sure. Let alone a large and magnificent palace, which must have many followers. One main rebel soldier, also not necessarily able to drop it. They are very powerful, he himself is nothing more than a boy who is only proud of his parents who have given him to the world with not giving the slightest magic, but must be satisfied, he said, because they have also made it this big. Imagine, if his parents were not great people, maybe he could not enjoy the luxurious life in the palace, and just silence with the city kingpins who sleep in the role of the office house, or even stranded in the wilderness, living with celeng and lutung.

“Loh.... why is that?“

“Kan knows for himself. We have no friends, just two, where is strong?“

“Last night, you were strong to do so!“

“Ah... do not be taken by painful things so yes.. “ he said reasoned. It was only an excuse for a reluctance against such a powerful enemy. “Do not attack the palace first well, we must wait for the right time,“ said Uncle Ronggo Bintoro continues to try to persuade the Princess Cipto Rini to stay with him so that they can stay together in a cold and romantic place. “Better we are here well.. well.“

“Iih... Uncle! Don't fuck around. Let's go!“

But the princess was already impatient, she wanted to immediately return to the palace and be able to repel the enemy, defeating them. To next live a natural life like the events before the disaster. Now everything is getting miserable. Besides being quiet, it also lacks various daily necessities. Without proper food, good clothes, you must also make friends with bad mosquitoes and leeches that are ready to drain the blood.

“Iya. briefly.“ Finally inevitably Ronggo must follow the will of his master. Although in the heart is still ogah-ogahan. Next time find a more appropriate reason.

What Cipto Rini thinks, this time must fight to achieve what used to be his and this time must be his right to protect all subjects.

“We must seek help in taking the palace. If this time is not strong,“ said Putri. He had no idea how much power he still possessed and was still willing to help the palace.

They're getting ready to go, “ini bring the assembled weapons I made.“

“Make what?“ ask Princess.

“Make the enemy kill, defend themselves, also stab them if anyone wants to rape you,“ explained Ronggo.

“You are the pierced cave then!“

“Lo... how can I?“ Ronggo can only scratch jidat.

Many sad princesses are missing for these times. The palace, family, happiness, even the trust that has been so easily vanished. Especially now, he is only with a bodyguard who is so doubtful of his loyalty and will always bring disaster, so far as all has not been completely recaptured.

Finally they left the place, where for a long time they protected from all weather changes and various natural ferocity.